Dexter’s Laboratory Porn Story: Lord of Darkness Chapter 4
LORD OF DARKNESS IV
It is I, Lennon Karma, once again!
I’m trying really hard to make this good, especially since this is my first fic! Spanks for the reviews J
! As I say every single time, I don’t own any of da people from Dexter’ Lab (but I would like to own Mandark!!!) Autumn is my alter ego! It will make sense when you read the fic. I hope you still like this story after the first 3 chapters.
Chapter 4:
New Morning
After a nanosecond trip that felt like an eternity, Mandark found himself holding his breath in a telelportation pod. Had he left the refuge of his lab? He must have, he discovered, cautiously stepping out. Where was he? Upon departure, he had set up the coordinates of his destination, so he should be in Flowertopia. But this looked just like his lab! Only smaller. And more elementary5 He was in his Flowertopian closet! Exactly where he wanted to be. Finding its door to be locked, he assured himself that everything was in its original state, just as he had left it.
Scouring the lab, he desperately for his notebook, but after a glaringly long time, he began to doubt its presence here. Where was it? How could he have misplaced it like that? Sitting down in front of his old computer, head resting on a fist, he couldn’t imagine where the notebook could have ended up. Maybe it was somewhere else in the house. Once again unsnapping the laser from his pocket protector, he severed a hole in the door leaving just enough room for him to step out into his old room. It was just as he remembered. Making up his mind to search the whole house, he headed into the hall, not considering the fact that his family leaving the house allowed another family to move in.
His first choice was Olga’s old room. He flung the door open, and stepped casually inside, but upon looking up, he was in for quite a shock. A girl, about his age, in just a bra and jeans, was combing her hair in front of a mirror. He knew he should do a 180 and not risk getting caught, but he had never seen a girl without a shirt on before. Opening her eyes, the girl caught a glimpse of him in her mirror. Turning quickly, she growled, “Hey!” in his direction, bringing Mandark back to planet earth. Trying to escape, Mandark made a run for it, but in a panic, tripped over his foot. Realizing that this was most likely not the axe murderer at hand, the girl walked straight up to him, blocking his route of escape. Pinning him to the ground effortlessly, she spoke.
“Look,” she said sarcastically, “If you’re a criminal in training, you seriously need to learn some self defense.” Mandark tried to respond, but his mouth was paralyzed. Sighing, she swaggered back to her room, threw a black shirt on, and faced him again. “Better?” Rising slowly to his feet, he made his way over to her. “So, who are you, anyway?” she asked him. “My name is Mandark.” He squeaked, finally. “Mandark,” she repeated. “Is that what your parents named you?” He knew from past experience not to admit that his birth name was Susan, so rather than set himself up for a round of laughter at his parents’ disregard for his true personality, he simply nodded.
“You’re lucky,” she answered. “My name is Victoria, but everyone calls me Autumn.” Relieved to find that he was not the only one with an idiotic first name, he already felt better. “So, how’d you get here?” she asked. Then it occurred to him. If this girl lived here now, she might know where to find his notebook. Leading her into his old room, he showed her the hole in the closet door. Peering inside, she gasped. “I used to live here,” he explained. “This was my room, and in this closet, I built myself a laboratory.” Still in a state of shock after being exposed to the mystery of her own home, she managed to say, “So this is what was behind door #2. When I got here, this was going to be my room, but since I couldn’t open the closet, I took the room across the hall.” Mandark had to hurry to catch up with Autumn, who was well on her way into the lab. “That was my sister Olga’s room where I found you.” He added, but realized Autumn was no longer listening.
“This is incredible! When did you find the time to build it all?” she exclaimed, looking back at Mandark. “There wasn’t much else for me to do; not with my family.” Examining the machines, she was mesmerized by the metallic gleam, the seemingly infinite number of buttons and levers. “Does any of this stuff still work?” she asked. After taking a look around, “Probably not,” Mandark answered skeptically. “I shut the entire system down before I locked the closet up.”
Striding up to a wall of various buttons, Autumn began pressing them in quick succession. Watching Autumn, this girl who he had only met minutes earlier, press the buttons in simple contentment, Mandark felt he had known her forever. Why did she seem so familiar to him? Could it have been5it was.
DeeDee. They were the same, and yet so vastly different. DeeDee, who would never give him the time of day, but would laugh in his face, and leave him in the dust, only able to admire her from a distance. Autumn was like his old lab; comfortable, welcoming. For once, he felt accepted. He was at the right place at the right time. Once again, her voice brought him back to reality. “Mandark, what’s this?” she asked, holding up a small metal cube, watching it set off flickers of silver light. Examining it, Mandark found it to be something else he wished he had brought with him to his new lab. It was his first exposure to technology: the lightbulb.
Autumn assumed there must have been some sort of sentimental value to it, from the look in his eyes and the way he stroked its chrome exterior. “I’ve been looking for this,” he said softly. “I found it when I was little, and I’ve adored all that is science ever since.” After he put the lightbulb back on the computer desk, he looked back at Autumn, his first and only friend. Unable to imagine ever going back home, he leaned against the wall until she spoke. “Uh, Mandark? Since you haven’t been here in a long time, want to see what Flowertopia is like now?” True, the first time around, he found his hometown less than enjoyable, but that was when his family held his scientific fervor captive. “All right.” He agreed, not knowing what else to do with his time after having long forgotten about his search for the notebook.
Being a one-story house, the trip from his room to the door was a short one. “Shhh.” She warned him. “My dad’s reading, and if he finds out I had a guy in my room5well!” Pushing Mandark out the door, Autumn yelled to her dad, “I’m going out now!” “Fine.” He grunted back. And with the click of the door shutting, they were out in the streets of Flowertopia.
The sun’s rays were blinding after all that time in the lab. Covering his eyes, he heard Autumn say, “It’s really bright today. We just had almost a week of rain, so I guess it’s making up for it.” Slowly uncovering his eyes, Mandark still squinted from the overpowering light. “You’ll get used to it.” She said.
Flowertopia was, for the most part, as Mandark had remembered it. The roads, little more than dirt paths, were traveled by on foot, bike and car. The grassy fields stretched off into the horizon, blanketed with flowers of every type and color. Most buildings other than homes were assembled in the style of Russian buildings, dome shaped. On the edge of a bustling borough, stood the schools. They looked ancient, lonely, as if they had been abandoned in time when they were new, playing hide and seek with other new buildings, and had lost their way out. “Flowertopia High,” sighed Autumn, looking at the buildings. “That’s were I go every day.”
Continuing down the road, a short way, they found themselves in the square. Mandark recalled his mother dragging him here when she journeyed to the bazaar to pick up her usual tofu and incense. Never before had he actually taken in any sights or sounds, or all the events taking place around him. None of the stores had actual doors; they had beaded curtains. Curtains of flowers hung from every window. Street vendors called out to anyone nearby, touting their wares.
All his memories of the borough were unpleasant, ones of agony. But now, simply the pleasant nature of everyone around him made him forget his problems, his rejections, his past. He was a new person, and it was wonderful. Everything around him now was so pure and innocent, bring him out of the murky depths of the lab. It was a true rebirth.
Near the center of the square, a ring of dancing couples encircled 4 musicians playing a lively tune. Mandark, unable to remember anything like this. “Do they do this every day?” he asked Autumn. “Sure, when it doesn’t rain. It’s a great place to meet people. Usually, the people are dancing with a boyfriend or girlfriend, but sometimes they’ll just come down here to meet people.” Mandark watched in awe as the couples danced gracefully to the music. It was clear that some had been together for a long time. A tall brown haired man twirled his partner and caught her in his arms, kissing her neck and collarbone softly. Even knowing that DeeDee took no interest in him didn’t stop him from thinking about her. Watching the man and woman, he envisioned himself with DeeDee.
The sun’s glare was masked, and a cool, moist breeze blew through the square. The musicians slowed their melody, and each dancing couple moved closer together, swaying slowly back and forth to the music. Mandark smiled dreamily, almost preventing him from noticing Autumn take his hand. “Want to dance?” Blushing, Mandark looked away. Seeing the slow dance reminded him of his only slow dance5something he didn’t particularly want to remember. But not wanting her to feel his rejection, he agreed.
Leading him slowly into the circle, Autumn laced her hands around his neck, and he laid his hands on her waist. This felt all wrong to him. Surely when the dance was over, he would meet up with some biting insult. The sound of the music was tuned out by the pound of his heart. Why was this so hard for him? Every time his eyes met with Autumn’s, he only saw China Rose. Slowly managing to leash his imagination, he realized that this was definitely not China Rose. She wasn’t the brunette vixen he had fallen in love with years earlier. She was instead a girl like no other he had ever met. A comfortable daisy was a welcome change after the glamorous rose. Smiling gently down at her, Mandark had finally found a girl who liked him back. She smiled back, resting her head against his chest.
As the music died away, they slowly released each other. Their silence lasted a few moments. After that, what was there to say? Mandark, afraid his speaking would somehow ruin the moment, waited for Autumn to speak first, which she soon did. “Hungry?” she asked him, casually. Having not eaten much over the past few days, a meal definitely sounded good to him. “Where’s a good place?” he asked. Autumn considered, then led him swiftly off to a building with the sign, ” Psychadeli” over the door. Once inside, Mandark sensed something familiar about the place. Surely he had come here before. Yes! His father had brought him here once for his Annual Name Day Celebration. All he could remember was developing a sincere distaste for all meat substitutes.
After being seated near a window, Autumn led Mandark to the buffet table. Expecting nothing more than food he thought
resembled sawdust, he was surprised to find an array of more types of food than he had ever imagined. Sure, there was tofu and rice cakes, which was what he had been obligated to choke down in his younger days, but there was also a table of spicy Asian meat dishes, a well-stocked salad bar, as well as a beautifully arranged plate of fruit.
After sharing a meal of lo mein noodles and various fruits, Mandark and Autumn continued down the road past the dancers, vendors, and performers out of the borough. The path continued for miles beyond the borough to shadowy, lofty spires in the distance. “What are those?” he asked her, pointing. “Those?” she repeated. “Those are the skyscrapers in the city.” Mandark’s attention was caught. Peace and love were fine and good, but he ached for a dose of technology. He had no idea that a city existed on the other side of the borough! That was the farthest he had ever traveled in his small world, but now that small world would get a bit larger. Although Autumn seemed hesitant, they continued on their way to Flowertopia’s masked technology. Surely the flower power would carry over into the urban skyline.
However beautiful and perfect his Flowertopian experiences had been, cleansing him of all the dark, sinister memories of the most pure and untouched of regions, there was still a glitch. Back in the suburban wasteland, which only days earlier he would have called his home, Olga prowled up the stairs to his room. Where was he now? A day long search for her brother had proved unsuccessful. Certain Mandark was just hiding somewhere like he usually did, Olga couldn’t wait to see the look on their parents’ faces when she announced his disappearance!
But would that really be the best way to handle things? Olga did miss her brother, mostly for lack of any other outlet for her proacting wrath. Every time he went missing, she would snitch on him, get him in trouble, and use it as a chance to torment him. Surely this time she could be more creative. The panel on his wall lay ready and waiting for the hand of a master to enter a code to gain access to the laboratory. Skillfully mimicking the code she had seen him apply on numerous occasions as she spied on him, she was teleported to his stronghold. Assuming Mandark was somewhere inside, she prepared to lunge upon him from around a corner. No avail. He had to be somewhere in here, as he completely lacked a social life. Ready to turn and lurk back to her lair, she spotted a gleam of light against the monotonous scarlet lab. Picking it up she discovered it was his pocketknife, lying just outside a tall metal tower, lights flashing. Stepping inside, she saw a set of coordinates equipped with a digital map of their location. Olga was no idiot; she had entered his lab before. This surely meant he had gone somewhere, namely these coordinates. Pulling a lever, she cackled wickedly to herself, planning to make this a night Mandark would never forget.